The blade at the goon's throat doesn't waver, but the other one does, for a second. The dead expression in the little samurai's eyes wavers for a moment, too, before setting into something . . . undecided. She turns her attention back to things that she does understand, not spectres of a past that she isn't sure was real.
A flick of a razor sharp sword, a sideways glance, and the two cops are scrambling out of the alley as fast as they can. They won't be telling any tales. After all, it's too. . . humiliating. The whore crosses her arms and glares at the newcomers.
"Right. Explanations. Now."
Miho's eyes waver again. The girl can see them too?
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Date: 2006-12-31 02:42 am (UTC)A flick of a razor sharp sword, a sideways glance, and the two cops are scrambling out of the alley as fast as they can. They won't be telling any tales. After all, it's too. . . humiliating. The whore crosses her arms and glares at the newcomers.
"Right. Explanations. Now."
Miho's eyes waver again. The girl can see them too?